PROLOGUE

Every story has a beginning. Some seem to have no end. This story continues into 2014, beginning from 1896. The events that created this tale beg apprehension as they are nearly unbelievable.

The first part of the tale begins in the 1950s seemingly ending in 1981. Ruined lives, residue, remnants and ghosts remain. For more than thirty (30) years, the youth of a small town were offered up to a child rapist. Children as young as seven (7) were delivered by their parents to a single devil pretending to be a man. During that time many other men and a few women engaged in the same actions. Others added necrophilia- sex with corpses, Santaria- animal sacrifice and child trafficking.

The second part of the story begins in 1896 and still continues. Trafficking of children, guns and mercenaries from the United States going south, drugs and wealth coming north. Much of this occurs through southern New Mexico funneled into the El Paso area into Mexico. From time before the Mexican War the natural passage of paso-del-norte was used for trade in all manner of things. The part of this concerning this story begins with a cowboy and murder. Cattle rustling, murder, land theft, drugs, guns and child trafficking . . .

Rumblings of a major social disaster percolated from Las Cruces, New Mexico in late 1979. Las Cruces was the political power for the south-eastern part of New Mexico. Many years past, a bizarre murder/disappearance in Las Cruces made national headlines. Books and national magazines did stories about a lonely waitress. Cricket Coglin, Cricket in the Web embroiled New Mexico politicians into Washington and US Army personnel as distant as Korea and Germany. As small a matter as that seemed on its surface, nothing is ever small in New Mexico. The investigation into her death involved a sheriff, state and national senators and representatives, the state police, , torture, forced confessions and murder walked through the door. Political fall-out rained from Dallas to Phoenix.The same power group beat on for that was involved now- all the way to Phoenix. El Paso is more than a large city, it is the gateway to Mexico. More than any other place including Tijuana, El Paso is the major funnel that illicit goods flow through. Blond, many blue-eyed, children and guns flow south, drugs and illicit wealth flow north.

A radio announcement shocked everyone. The mayor had been arrested, being charged with multiple counts of child rape was the beginning. Rumor is not strong enough a word to capture tales thrown around at light speed. Speculation was wild as tension became explosive. Surely more names would come forward, more guilty people. Coffee shops were abuzz many bets laid down.

As this was beginning of a political season, the election for 12th District Attorney began boiling over. Frank Wilson, lazy, laughing Frank was being driven out of office by two women who had gone door to door with brochures explaining how Frank had stupidly botched a murder case of one of the womens husband, The avowed killer walked free and disappeared. Frank unarguably sucked as a lawyer. He was appointed D.A. as a political sop to his father-in-law, Norman Bloom. Typical for Frank, as soon as he got the job he divorced Norman's daughter. The DA's office became a joke and Frank had been having fun, The wild women tring to out him were no bother. During Frank's tenure, murders went un prosecuted, rapists had their sentences commuted if anything more than a weekend in jail was involved, cults had sex with corpses, drugs and children were smuggled through the county going to Mexico along with whatever weapons were sent at any given time.Standing at the clerks office when the nominating petitions were read was a shock for Frank and many others, Frank was dumbfounded,Laid back, low key city attorney Steve Sanders was running. This in itself was bad for Frank as Steve had a bit of political clout. Steve's lawyer wife Peggy- another matter. Peggy was without a doubt a genius. Many people didn't like her. Everyone acknowledged here brilliance. She was rough and very smart.

Norman, Frank's now ex-father-in-law, was in a law firm with George Fettinger- if a non-mafioso can be a concierge then George was it. George was the fixer. He also was state representative and had brushed up against running for governor. George also was the bank man. George was the lawyer for the Mescalero Apache tribe as well. George was attorney for the bank and many of the wealthy bank customers. He was paid handsomely to confuse probate- milking fees? Anything if possible. The bank usually was 'trust agent' for probate.

First national Bank ran the county. George Abbott ran the bank, Nice, gentle, grand-fatherly, He was the keeper of secrets and enforcer. At Abbott's disposal were two sets of roughnecks. The Las Cruces guys were for pushing and slapping people around. The El Paso group, with easy escape into Mexico if need be, specialized in brutality.

During the next few months political jockeying, manipulation, blackmailing, Grand Juries, indictments, arrests, appeals, warrants served and unanswered, disappearances and lost evidence along with believed life threats jumbled together to build up the very fabric of what been a carefully controlled modern day fiefdom.

Frank Carr was mayor of Alamogordo, New Mexico (USA.) Alamogordo voted for Reagan- poetically it was conservative personified. Large military base providing most of the employment of any value. Military, civil service and government contractor made up most of the adult population. A sizeable farm/ranch citizenry existed as well, They, the ranchers, had a fair control on politics. Who was elected and how favors would be dealt with existed within a hidden system of contacts.